_________________Did you notice the slight feeling of panic at the words "Chicken Basin Street"? Like someone was walking over your grave? Try not to remember. We must never remember. - mumblesIs this about devilberries and nazifruit again? - footface

A song I sang to jdfunks about our cats:Jess never scoops-the-poop. Jess never scoops-the-poop. Why don't you EVER scoop the poop?Then Jess yells from the other room: She's. not. my. cat.

And "Zelda Scone, Zelda Scone, Zeld Zeld Zelda Scone. She's white and brown with a little bit of black and when she doesn't wanna be pet she turns her back. She's small and witty, she's a very pretty kitty, she's Zelda Marie Scone."

I wish I could convey tone here.

_________________You know what would probably be a more effective ritual? Telling the person who you want to shut up, "You better not talk or we'll pound you." -Footface

Huxley you the hottest. Love the way you drop it. Purr so good coulda sworn you went to college. Hundred K deposits. Vacations in the tropics. ... The rest of the song is the actual song with no cat fill in words. Mostly I just tell Huxley I like the way he drops it (aka dances, not poops.)

_________________You know what would probably be a more effective ritual? Telling the person who you want to shut up, "You better not talk or we'll pound you." -Footface

When you pet Gershwin enough, he starts happily flopping all over the place, which we call the tootsie roll. So when he starts that, we start singing that song by the 69 Boyz.

Yeah, tootsie rollLet me see that tootsie rollGet up and roll just make that tootsie oooooooooohhhhh

_________________Did you notice the slight feeling of panic at the words "Chicken Basin Street"? Like someone was walking over your grave? Try not to remember. We must never remember. - mumblesIs this about devilberries and nazifruit again? - footface

I was just brushing my kitties teeth and when it came time to brush Thurston's I went to pick him up and began singing "He ain't heavy, he's my Thursty..." to the tune of He Ain't Heavy He's My Bruddah because Thurston weighs 20+ lbs.

Ooh, I remembered some more. (I should mention that while our kitty is officially named "Mrs. Fuzzbutt Heidegger" we usually just call her "kitty" or "poes".)

To the tune of I Kissed a Girl:

I kissed a kitteh and I liked itThe smell of her fur was fantasticShe was so cute, she was so niceSo I kissed her twice!

Then there's the feline version of Barbie Girl:

She's a kitty girlIn her kitty worldShe so cu-uteIn her little fur suit!

And sometimes when she's got a bug up her butt and is running around like a wild kitty bouncing off the furniture, we start singing "Pinball kitty". It's not very exciting though, because we haven't worked out lyrics beyond "She's a pinball kitty...."

_________________Ain't no guarantees in life, and nothing that comes out of my vagina can change that. - Erika Soyf*cker

If I am home alone with our cat Mindl I will sometimes sing tunes I learned in church as a kid/teenager, with or without changed lyrics. My partner hates it, so I don't do it when he's around. One of my favorites is 'Don't eat animals, take your B12' sung very loudly on the tune of 'Read your bible, pray every day' I make up all kinds of weird variations. When I do that the cat looks at me like I'm out of my mind. I guess she's right.

we fit the phrase "chicken breast" into every song possible. the dog has a spot on his .... brisket? not sure what to call it? the lowest point of his rib cage, where when you touch it even gently, he immediately changes his demeanor. casts his eyes down, tail down, etc. when we discovered this for some reason we started calling the dog "chicken breast". none of this makes any sense but it would seem to fit right in with the other classics here!

I'm so pleased to find out I'm not the only one who sings to my pets. I thought that was confessional-type material, but I'm glad we're ownin' it.

Maddy is a rescue (Aussie shepard) and she was really standoffish for a long while. So, we thought that her edge was because she was from (start song here) "from the streets from the streets!" That's pretty much the whole song, sung over and over in a punk staccato style.

Awww I love this thread! I sing to my dog all the time. My husband made up a rap song about him entitled "Pillows and Poop" because when we first adopted him his favorite activities seemed to be stealing cat poop out of the litter box and tearing apart our pillows.

For my boyfriend's cat Marie she gets the whole opening number of Beauty and the Beast starting with "MARIE! THE BAGUETTES! HURRY UP!" as well as Cat City, bisqueCat Cat City bisqueTen ten ten twenties and fifties on them kitties, bisque